In the spring of 2012, I traveled to New Orleans to photograph what I saw. My favorite part of the trip was the people–especially the street musicians. This gentleman was part of a trio (including his wife who was a fantastic clarinetist and vocalist) Their daughter kept a close eye on both her parents.

A few years ago I attended a 1 day nature photography workshop in Omaha. The couple who led the workshop formerly lived in the upper peninsula of Michigan and each year have a fall color workshop there. I didn’t think I could afford that workshop, but was enthralled by the photos they showed of the area. This year I was able to travel there and see that beauty first hand. There were waterfalls and fall foliage galore. One of the great parts of the trip was to be driving down the road and see beautiful scenes like this from my car. (I always looked carefully before flipping a u-turn and pulling off the road

This was one of those serendipitous moments. As I was driving, I noticed an abandoned building covered with vines. I stopped my car to photograph the overgrown building. As I was photographing one of the viney windows, I was suprised to see a piano inside. I have played the piano since I was 10; and I was amazed that, in this building where everything else was trashed, the piano was left intact, with the sun illuminating it as it shown in from the west. It looked as if it were waiting for someone to once again make music there.